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Hymns in Large Type, Selected for the Use of the Sick and Aged
John Radford Young,Hymns
Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2015
Amen angels bear believe beneath Blessed blood bright bring broken Christ clouds comes cross dark death died dwells dying earth eternal everlasting eyes face fair faith fall fear feel feet flames flow fountain Friend fully know give glad glorious glory God's grace gracious grave grief guilt hand happy hath heal hear heart Heaven holy hope keep laid Lamb light live Lord Jesus meet never night o'er pain path peace praise precious quickly ransomed redeemed rejoice rest righteousness rise saints salvation save Thee Saviour share shining side sigh sight sing sinners sins slain sleep song Soon sorrow soul sound spirit stains stand streams Sweet truth sympathy Thine Thou throne Thy blood till tongue voice wait Wash watch weary Weeping whole Wilt wounds
Side 9 - JUST as I am, without one plea, But that Thy blood was shed for me, And that Thou bid'st me come to Thee, O Lamb of God, I come...
Side 18 - I LAY my sins on Jesus, The spotless Lamb of God ; He bears them all, and frees us From the accursed load. I bring my guilt to Jesus, To wash my crimson stains White in his Blood most precious, Till not a spot remains.
Side 34 - AWAKE, and sing the song Of Moses and the Lamb ; Wake, every heart and every tongue, To praise the Saviour's name. 2 Sing of his dying love ; Sing of his rising power ; Sing how he intercedes above For those whose sins he bore. 3 Sing on your heavenly way, Ye ransomed sinners, sing ; Sing on, rejoicing every day In Christ, the eternal King. 4 Soon shall we hear him say, " Ye blessed children, come ! " Soon will he call us hence away, To our eternal home.
Side 46 - Lord, it belongs not to my care Whether I die or live; To love and serve Thee is my share, And this Thy grace must give.
Side 13 - When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride.
Side 19 - I long to be like Jesus, Meek, loving, lowly, mild ; I long to be like Jesus, The Father's Holy Child. I long to be with Jesus, Amid the heavenly throng, To sing with saints His praises, To learn the angels
Side 5 - Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream ; All the fitness He requireth Is to feel your need of Him ; This He gives you ; 'Tis the Spirit's rising beam.
Side 47 - Saint after saint on earth Has lived, and loved, and died, And as they left us one by one, We laid them side by side ; We laid them down to sleep ! But not in hope forlorn — We laid them but to ripen there Till the last glorious morn.